Almost every Sunday morning, I make scrambled eggs, bacon, and cheese sandwiches for Cole and myself. They're simple to make, but a little time consuming. Cole's more than capable of making them for us if he wanted, but I'm always the one behind the stove. I will admit that I'm guilty of it too though. His taco salad tastes better than mine (it would if I ever made it). It's not laziness. There really is something about someone else's food that tastes different than yours (and by different, I mean better in most cases; also, it'll taste better off their plate).
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